your ship, and
will be treated so, if you don't behave like a man. Now come with me."

As a deserter from his ship! The boatswain certainly had the
weather-gage of him, and the idea of being thrown into prison was
absolutely startling to Clyde. He had no doubt the savage boatswain
would do all he threatened, and, almost for the first time in his
life, he felt no inclination to bully. He stepped quietly into the
carriage with Peaks and the _commissionnaire_. The driver was directed
to convey the party to the landing-place. The steamer would sail the
next morning; but unless the absent crew of the cutter arrived before
that time, he could not go in her. Remaining in Christiania, he feared
to encounter Mrs. Blacklock, for the honest tar dreaded a lady's power
more than the whole battery of a ship of the line. He was fully
resolved, if he passed through fire and water in doing it, to
discharge the duty intrusted to him by the principal. The lady was in
the city, and the problem was to keep his charge out of sight of her
during the rest of his stay. He might meet her; some one at the hotel
might, and probably would, inform her of the arrival of Clyde.

After deliberating for some time, he directed his _commissionnaire_ to
procure a boat, in which he embarked with his prisoner and
interpreter. By his order the two oarsmen pulled over to the hotel
which was located so picturesquely on the island. Taking a room, he
ordered dinner for his little party, and contrived to pass away the
afternoon till sunset, when he returned to the city. His man, at his
request, conducted him to an obscure hotel, which happened to be the
one which Sanford and his friends had just left, to depart by the
English steamer. The landlord recognized the uniform which Clyde wore.

"We had more of the young gentleman here," said he, in broken English.

"More of them!" exclaimed Peaks, interested in the intelligence.

"Yes; more as ten of them," added the landlord.

"Arn't they here now?" asked Clyde, who had felt a ray of hope when
Peaks brought him to the hotel where he had left his late companions.

"All gone; no more here."

"Where have they gone?" asked the boatswain.

"To Gottenburg. They eat some dinner in my hotel, and at seven o'clock
they go in the steamer."

"I saw that steamer go out, but I didn't think the cutter's crew were
in her. I'm sorry I didn't know it before," said Peaks, chagrined by
this tardy discovery. "How many were there